Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: July 25, 2025
Yet the average potato patcher prudently saves his small potatoes for next year's seed, which is just as if a breeder were to keep the colts that were too poor to sell, to be the parents of his herd. In the dark ages of farming to wit, in 1881, for this is a true story a minister of the Gospel came into possession, by inheritance, of a fifteen-acre farm a short way from Philadelphia.
Let the reader imagine anywhere he likes a fifteen-acre field, with a stream running through the center. Let him imagine this inclosed by a Stockade eighteen feet high, made by standing logs on end. Let him conceive of ten thousand feeble men, debilitated by months of imprisonment, turned inside this inclosure, without a yard of covering given them, and told to make their homes there.
Well, under this miscellaneous assortment of influences, through the order and gravity and solemn monotone of life at home, with the unceasing tick-tack of the clock forever resounding through clean, empty-seeming rooms, through the sea, ever shining, ever smiling, dimpling, soliciting, like a magical charger who comes saddled and bridled and offers to take you to fairyland, through acquaintance with all sorts of foreign, outlandish ragamuffins among the ships in the harbor, from disgust of slow-moving oxen, and long-drawn, endless furrows round the fifteen-acre lot, from misunderstandings with grave elder brothers, and feeling somehow as if, he knew not why, he grieved his mother all the time just by being what he was and couldn't help being, and, finally, by a bitter break with his father, in which came that last wrench for an individual existence which some time or other the young growing mind will give to old authority, by all these united, was the lot at length cast; for one evening James was missing at supper, missing by the fireside, gone all night, not at home to breakfast, till, finally, a strange, weird, most heathenish-looking cabin-boy, who had often been forbidden the premises by Mr.
Let the reader imagine anywhere he likes a fifteen-acre field, with a stream running through the center. Let him imagine this inclosed by a Stockade eighteen feet high, made by standing logs on end. Let him conceive of ten thousand feeble men, debilitated by months of imprisonment, turned inside this inclosure, without a yard of covering given them, and told to make their homes there.
I have analyzed it, and find that it does not contain above thirty-two and a half hundredths of of that which it ought to hold in a proportion of seventy-five per cent. of the whole." "Does it not?" "No; and it is impossible to obtain results while one is working with such fictitious materials. Look at that bit of grass at the bottom of Greenwood's Hill." "The fifteen-acre field?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking